Arms Hotel - Room 312 - Saturday Afternoon
The crumpled up note from Thursday was not in the trash.
No, that would be too easy, right? If she could ignore it toss the thing, but...
That annoying little sense in the back of her mind kept poking at her. Something that came from being a detective for a few years, the need to know. It was a mystery and damned if she was going to let it get the best of her.
Snagging her gun and keys, Renee took off to finally figure this thing out.
[[Establishy!]]
No, that would be too easy, right? If she could ignore it toss the thing, but...
That annoying little sense in the back of her mind kept poking at her. Something that came from being a detective for a few years, the need to know. It was a mystery and damned if she was going to let it get the best of her.
Snagging her gun and keys, Renee took off to finally figure this thing out.
[[Establishy!]]